Hey, so I am going to continue this story! As I said before, I am going through the chapters and re writing them to fix the grammar and add a bit more to them that my now eighteen year old mind can do better than my fifteen year old mind could. I work two jobs and will be starting my second year of university so I'm not going to promise a specific update time only that it will be less than three years... Any who, this is a good excuse for when I don't want to study!
So I will be deleting all the chapters and reposting them as I update them. Let me know if I make any mistakes, grammar or story wise. Been a while since I last read the books and online research can only do so much (my cousins in Calgary have my books right now.)
And now, onto the story!
P.S. probably going to have some OOC with these characters.
'Things are looking up Anna, the latest patient we have acquired has gone through the first stage more swiftly than any of the ones before her. Though the second stage is taking longer than we had theorized, I still believe she will prevail. She has to.
It's been seven years today Anna.
Seven long years. I long for your presence to grace my eyes.
It's almost over.'
He closed the journal and set the fountain pen off to the side. He let out a suffering sigh and leaned back in his desk chair, staring at the wall yet seeing nothing. It has to work, he thought. I won't accept anything less than complete success. He leaned forwards with his hands on the desk ass he heaved himself upwards. He should go check up on the patient and see if the good doctor has any news on her development. He made his way down to the operating room where she lay. It's been four days since the end of the first stage and the beginning of the second stage and he was becoming worried. It shouldn't take this long for the second term of her development. It should have taken only two days for her to regain consciousness. He wasn't sure whether to take this as a good or bad sign for the development. The previous patients never made it past the first days of the second stage so the time frame was only what had been theorized. As he walked along the hall in thought, he saw movement in his peripheral vision as a doctor walked out of a lab.
"Oh, there you are sir, I was just about to come get you." The doctor said.
"Has there been any changes in her vitals?" He asked him.
"Yes, thank God, there has. Patient X4 should be awake any time now."
He kept his relief off his face. "Why did it take longer than our initial findings?" He asked as he and the man began making their way to the operating room once more.
"My guess is it's because this one's immune system is much stronger than the others. The pathogen needed more time to spread. As well, the other patients died not long after the beginning of the second stage, so we never did have a solid idea on how long the process would take on an experimental level." He paused, tipping his head in thought. "Back on the topic of her immune system, this one's biological make up has some unusual markers in it that I would like to do some further testing one. It may be the reason she has made it this far and with further research, may help further our efforts in making a viable pathogen."
Finally, he thought to himself, some progress. If this works out the way I want it to, he could be looking at life altering possibilities. To end this disease.
"Let's see if this patient makes it through the rest of the stages first, Mitchell. Then we can talk about hemming your curiosity." He was becoming less and less worried by each step he took to the operation room. This is what we were looking for, Anna. When they finally got there, he opened the door to the room.
It was a bland, cold stone room. It was dark with a lone, yet broken, light bulb in the middle of the high ceiling. The floor was practically falling apart and the cracks in the wall were getting worse by the day. There efforts her, while a just cause, was not the most legal, so proper funding for a pristine laboratory was out of the question. He took up residence in an old abandon medical facility which, thankfully, had much of the labs intact. In the middle of the room were three medical lamps set up with monitors, scanners and computers with signals and beeps coming through. The equipment came from his own pocket, as he was quiet a successful business man before.. The accident happened. It was all set up around a hospital cot with steel bedposts and legs and white sheets stained with blood. On that bed was a young girl of nineteen, unconscious.
She had long dark brown hair hanging off the side of the bed that was slowly becoming fuller since the day they started. Her skin was coloured and filled. There was a blanket covering her large chest and crotch areas. She was an average size for a women of her age. Her lips were back to a blood red, her cheeks were rosy and her nails have been cut back down to their normal length.
He walked up to the bed while Mitchell checked her vitals and checked the computers for signs of distress or danger.
"Vitals are good, heart beat normal, blood pressure 120 over 80, breathing normal. If all is what seems to be, she should wake up any time now."
"Good, good," he looked down at the girl and saw her eyelids flutter slightly. "You, my child, will be the answer to all my problems. Be proud, because for however much pain you suffer through, it will be nothing compared to the happiness you will bring to me and people everywhere." He whispered as his dark hazel eyes met her dark brown eyes, lost in sight of the man above her.
Yup, so there it is. I'll be leaving the reviews already posted since more reviews typically attract more views. So if ya wanna drop one I'd be happy to receive. But I'll be writing the story whether I receive them or not.
Until next time.